Elyzabeth M. VaLey stops by to let us know about her new release and lets me pick her brain....just a little

I’ve got Elyzabeth M. VaLey visiting today and she’s got a lot to share.  Check out our discussion.  ;)

What’s the title of your new book coming out? The Lost Mercenary

Can you give us a little blurb about it? All he ever wanted was a family and some land for farming. Instead, his dreams were ripped at the seams by a ruthless king. Choosing to become a mercenary, Gregorii has roamed the land clinging to a past he thought long gone until Emmeline stumbled onto his path. Now, his dreams resurface and hope re-emerges. The only problem is Emmeline’s defiance.

Emmeline has a secret. An important secret. A dangerous secret. Few know her mission. Fewer know her past. When Gregorii turns up in her life, past, present and future unite and her whole world threatens to crumble.

How long will she be able to hide the truth from him? How long will her heart resist the inevitable?

Tell us a little about your current release.  The Lost Mercenary is book 3 of The Mercenary Tales and it delves into the story of Gregorii. After Wybert’s disappearance (you can read his story in book 2 The Mercenary Slave) he ends up in the other side of the world and encounters someone from a past he thought dead: Emmeline.

What are you working on now? Do you have any releases scheduled for this year? I have another release scheduled for December 4th, called Punishing Santa. It is a hot fantasy Christmas story already available for preorder from Silver Publishing.

As for my current writing projects, well NANOWRIMO just started! Although I have about eight different stories begging for attention, I’m going to try and focus on two of them: a contemporary urban fantasy featuring a hot and dangerous bounty hunter called Adrian Ormonde and a historical fantasy featuring Vincent, a good natured, introspective hero who has something magical happen to him.

How do you come up with ideas? I wish I could say I have a system, but I don’t. Ideas will come to me out of the blue, most of the time when I’m out walking my dog and have nothing to write on. Music is a great influence as well, and it’s not the first time that a certain song brings a scene to mind.

Where do you start when writing? Research, plotting, character, or...? Once I have the idea and the scene that’s been replaying in my head down on paper, I try to outline where I want the story to go. From that point on, I can research, explore the characters, or simply continue writing… it depends on the novel.

Do you have a favorite time of day for writing? I’m a night owl. I have a much easier time writing at 1am than at 1pm. The biggest problem with that is having to wake up early the next day. *g*  

What is your favorite scene from this story and why? A favorite scene from this story…hummm… Can I say I like them all? *g* One of the scenes I enjoyed writing was the one where Gregorii threatens to erotically torture Emmeline for information. It’s a highly sexual scene but at the same time emotions are running rampant.

What is your favorite food to cook or eat? Give me a plate of spaghetti with meat sauce and I will be the happiest woman on earth. What can I say, I’m easy to please! *g* I not only like eating spaghetti, I also like cooking it. My sister, who’s quite the picky eater, loves my sauce so it must be good. I also like baking, especially anything that has chocolate. Yum!

What do you like to read? Romance and fantasy are my favorite genres up to date, but I like exploring other books as well. I’ve read anything from Tolkien to Dostoyevsky to Diana Gabaldon.

I’ll admit to a little secret, I’m a bit weird, okay, maybe I’m very weird, but I like reading the end of books before the actual thing. I’ll usually skim over the last few pages (sometimes even the last chapter), before reading the whole thing. If the ending doesn’t appeal to me, it’s likely that I won’t read the book. I’ve made some exceptions and I don’t do it with all the books…but it’s a habit I’ve had since I was a kid.

Who first introduced you to the love of reading? My parents were both avid readers and my mom always read to me before bedtime. As a matter a fact, I remember the day my sister was born because she had been sitting on the edge of my bed, reading me a story when her water broke. 

Do you have any good news you’d like to share? I’m chatting at GoddessFish Party Pavilion today! (http://www.goddessfishparty.blogspot.com/) Come on over!

Want to give us an idea of some of your favorite things?

1. Music (especially metal music)

2. Chocolate (white chocolate is my favorite)

3. My dogs

Excerpt for new release:

Sharply taking hold of her hands, he tied her wrists together. Pulling her to her feet, he bound her to the lowest branch, forcing her to almost stand on her tiptoes. Her face was flushed, her eyes bright and her hair disheveled, the taut braid she wore earlier practically gone. Gregorii swept his gaze over her body and he felt his cock ooze in appreciation. She was truly gorgeous. Curvy, with toned legs and breasts with large hard nipples begging to be touched and tasted.

“Grearióus, release me or I will kill you,” she threatened in a low murmur. 

He lifted his eyes to her face and licked his lips. He was anxious to kiss her again, yet he knew it would not be an easy task at the moment. “I believe your position is not exactly one of ease for killing, though I do not doubt your capabilities. You have a nasty right hook,” he said, rubbing his shoulder. “And incredibly strong legs, not to mention a delicious tasting pussy. No wonder you became mistress of the brothel.”

Emmeline spat at his feet and he grinned.

“Tell me what I want to know and I will release you and no one will know the better. We can even have a peaceful fuck afterwards. I know you want it as much as I do.” He glanced into her eyes, but she spat again, this time the dribble landing on his face. Chuckling, he brushed it off like a bothersome fly.

“I’ve been submitted to worst torture than this. You don’t have it in you to hurt me. You were never good at hurting others.”

“It’s been ten years, Avalina, I have changed.”

“No, you haven’t. You are still the gentleman, the kind hearted soul who will help maidens in distress. You might be a mercenary, but that is only on the outside. Inside, you are still that playful boy with a heart of gold. I have seen you fight before and it was not what we just did here. You didn’t want to hurt me,” she accused.

“You didn’t want to hurt me too badly, either. You killed that man in the woods without contemplation. Right now, you doubted your moves or we would both be very badly injured. In truth, you’re still that vulnerable child challenging everyone because she’s scared of the world.”

“No.”

“No?”

“No, Grearióus. I lost my vulnerability the moment Ragnahall burned down. I admit I am scared of the world. You have no idea what is out there, Gregorii,” she whispered anxiously. “But now, I challenge for survival.”

“You don’t always have to fight against everything, Ava,” he murmured. “You don’t have to fight me.”

He watched Emmeline carefully as she lowered her lashes and chewed on her bottom lip, mulling on his words. In two strides, he stood inches away from her, his fists clenched at his sides so he wouldn’t touch her. She glanced up at him with large brown eyes full of fear, causing his heart to flutter nervously.  “Why won’t you tell me why you’re really going to Karpathian?” he asked softly.

Emmeline squared her jaw, her lips thinning and her eyes growing hard. “There is nothing to tell, Gregorii.” 

“I think there is.”

She shook her head, lose strands of her long hair falling over her face, framing the pink lips he itched to kiss.

 “You will tell me.”

“Like I said,”—she lifted her cool gaze to his eyes—“there is nothing to tell.”

“I will torture you for information.”

“I am no stranger to pain.”

Gregorii grinned and laughed. Reaching out, he roughly cupped her jaw. She inhaled sharply. “The torture I have in mind for you, Emmeline, my sweet Avalina, is quite different.” Dropping his head, he captured her lips in a searing kiss. She hesitated for a fraction of a second before opening her mouth to him and allowing his tongue to brush hungrily against hers. Gregorii pressed the length of his body against hers, wanting her to feel the need between his legs. He dropped his hands to her ass, caressing and squeezing the firm, round globes. Emmeline whimpered, the sound fueling his desire to new heights. His fingers brushed against the apex between her thighs, the heat there blazing. Panting slightly, he pulled away. 

“I am no stranger to sex,” she said huskily.

Gregorii grinned. “I know, but I believe that like most whores, you are a stranger to soul weakening desire. The kind of attraction we feel for each other is as strange to you as it is to me.”

A little about Elyzabeth: In love with love, Elyzabeth M. VaLey leads a double life. By day, she is a journalism graduate searching for her big break while working as a switchboard operator. When she is out of the office, she enjoys walking her quirky 11-year-old boxer and 1 year old obsessed-with- playing Labrador. Finally, at night, when the rest of the world sleeps, she gathers her notes, dons her glasses and brings to life her stories of romance, magic and fantasy.

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